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Shit Happens. Life sucks, and then, you die.

God sure has a very twisted sense of humor.

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And that's just their IQ, nevermind their age!

Friday, March 12, 2010

See, I've never been very good at making rhymes, and this is probably my first time making a string of limericks. Or even one, for that matter. So, feel free to correct any lines that seem dysfunctional. And please, be gentle. I have a heart,, you know.
Here it is:

Says the Jester to the Prince, "Sir, you.
have married not one, but two.
It must be hard to decide
of whom to sleep beside.
In such a case, whatever do you do?"

The Prince says sheepishly, "'Tis true,
I am the husband of not one, but two.
And, since I cannot decide
of whom to sleep beside
I don't sleep with either of the two."

The Jester turns to ask His Imperial Majesty,
who has wed not a wife, not two, but three;
"So, how do you decide
of whom to sleep beside?
Or do you, too, sleep with neither of the three?"

Puffing up his chest, quoth he,
"I am the husband of not two, but three.
Since I, too, can't decide
of whom to sleep beside
I sleep with them all, you see!"

P.S. I thought of this over a cup of espresso, so if it's bad, I blame the coffee.And, if it is good -- it's all me.

@Tanay, thanks for all the flattery. Your blog is wonderful too!@Sneha, hahaha! Just as i am stalking you!@Diwakar, sometimes, if you really get inspired, rules don't matter. it's just the essence of idocy[in my case] that makes the rules seem excusable.